After all this time, we learn Nina isn’t a bitch — she’s just had an unhappy, motherless childhood.
All hail, Margo McGee, Continuing Uber-Bitch of New York City! YAAHHHHHHHH!
Of course, Margo isn’t one to sit idly by and let those laurels lovingly caress her buttcheeks:
…and not some weird middle-aged preggo stalker.
Tommie is Tommie. And her verbal diarrhea is verbatim from CC’s gnemec, which I think is nothing less than sterling!
…catching your ulta-rich husband snogging with Margo!
I. Am. So. Excited.
I. Am. Still. Excited.
Gosh, has Bastille Day come early this year? Maybe it’s just the booze (or, more appropriately, le booze) talkin’…
Of course, the French always prefer to make love, not war!
Ah, well. Scott really only needed someone to help him get the baby’s nursery ready (hey, Margo, at least you didn’t have to worry about getting paint on your clothes!).
And now at the end of the project, it’s time for a little celebration…
Rick, a guy who might be Tommie’s boyfriend, has just ragged all over her for not being committed to her music and her astonishing talent. Hey, Rick, how many starlets can you shoot down concerning their hopes and dreams and expect them to thank you, much less profess their deathless love for you?
Hey, we’re you the blond guy engaged to Lu Ann…Paul…that’s it! Paul Linski.
Tommie isn’t upset, just confused.
Look for bigger fish to fry…
Remember a couple of days ago that Mary Worth ought to pretend the current story-line is finished. I’d like to think that she has some control of her own life, and when she’s faced with a no-win situation, she’s not too proud to look for greener pastures or bigger fish or something that will give her few dwindling years of life some meaning. It sure isn’t the Broken Record that is Nola…
but I like it. I guess it’s a A3G Fantasy (yeah, like anything in A3G comes close to reality).
Update: I went ahead and posted it on February 14. Happy Valentine’s Day, folks!